Yeat - Turban (Lyrics) | fantastic lyrics

Yeat - Turban (Lyrics) | fantastic lyrics
Yeat - Turban (Lyrics) | fantastic lyrics
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
(Y'all are now tuning into my n***a Artist, f**k n***a)
(Artist, Artist)
Let's go

[Pre-Chorus]
Perfect, rockin' a turban (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Sippin' on mud but this b**ch like bourbon (Dirty, dirty)
I took the coupe out the lot, b**ch, I'm thinkin' 'bout swervin', yeah
I'm 'bout to sign for a lot 'cause this s**t ain't urgent (Okay)
I got a whole lot of money comin' in (All day)
They told me it's a couple thots waiting outside, told 'em, "Bring 'em in" (Okay)
She said that she wanna come pull up and suck on my cock, told her, "Drink my kids"
I knew all this s**t from the start, so I already told you what it all is
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my goodness, ah

[Chorus]
I already did what I can (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
I'm 'bout to do it again (I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)

[Verse 1]
Got off the phone with my twizzy, we ran it up, yeah, we was just doubled up
I call my b**ch and she pull up and lick it up, yeah, she's a slut, slut, slut
I had to build this s**t up from the bottom, I told her that s**t not enough
Every time they wanna lie about it, I'ma ask 'em 'bout it 'cause they bluff

[Bridge]
Ran it up, we so up, we so up, up, up, up, up
Woah-woah, woah, we so up, up, up, up, up
Woah-woah, up, woah, up, woah-woah, up
Woah, uppy, woah, woah-woah, uppy

[Verse 2]
Ran this s**t up from the bottom, I knew I was gon' go
Tonka truck, I'm 'bout to hop in a Ghost
Told 'em I needed that money to pay all my bros, you ain't even close to us
Told 'em it is how it is, that's how this s**t goes
I wrapped my money up, this s**t look like a turban
My diamonds flawlessed off, I said these b**ches surfing
Yeah, I'm sipping on this mud, it's dirty, it look like bourbon
Yeah, she text me what I'm doing, I told her I'm busy swerving
Yeah, I got a lot to do, it ain't easy being this perfect

[Pre-Chorus]
Perfect, rockin' a turban (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Sippin' on mud but this b**ch like bourbon (Dirty, dirty)
I took the coupe out the lot, b**ch, I'm thinkin' 'bout swervin', yeah
I'm 'bout to sign for a lot 'cause this s**t ain't urgent (Okay)
I got a whole lot of money comin' in (All day)
They told me it's a couple thots waiting outside, told 'em, "Bring 'em in" (Okay)
She said that she wanna come pull up and suck on my cock, told her, "Drink my kids"
I knew all this s**t from the start, so I already told you what it all is
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my goodness, ah

[Chorus]
I already did what I can (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
I'm 'bout to do it again (I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)
It's her move, it's her move (I'm on, I'm on)

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